Rotten Terrier

Things are always impermanent, and Chang Shu has tried every possible means to stimulate Mu Qingchen to produce the desired effect, but Niu Juhua unintentionally planted the willows into the shade.

She was a little pleased, and told Aunt Chuyue to hurry up and invite Lin Yuan.

The people in the hospital all whispered in private, what happened to the Hulan Temple recently, and sent people to invite the head of the hospital for three consecutive days.

The medicine boy in the hospital said boringly, "Yes, I invited it twice today."

His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing strong arms, shaking with a dustpan, turning over the dried honeysuckle.

In the midsummer season, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Honeysuckle clears away heat and detoxifies. The Imperial Medical Office prepares a lot of them every year and sends them to the palaces.

Si Yao was clever, and said to him: "This day is like a cauldron that is buckled down. It is so stuffy that people can't breathe. It will definitely rain tomorrow. I see that the honeysuckle is almost dried out. You can take someone to collect one. Take it, tomorrow when I go to the palaces to ask for the Ping An pulse, I will send it there by the way, so that you don’t have a trip."

Yaotong was so happy that he grinned at the corners of his mouth and smiled like a flower.

On the second day, it really rained.

The heat that had been hoarding over the past few days dissipated a little.

The big raindrops smashed on the eaves, smashing small puddles on the steps.

Chang Shu stood by the bed, Bai Run pinched the spoon with her fingertips, and handed a spoonful of water to someone on the bed who had "lost his beloved son".

Mu Qingchen turned a blind eye, always keeping his hollow eyes open, as if staring at the top of the bed, as if staring at a place farther away, his eyes were full of darkness...

She did not swallow the water that was fed to her mouth, she tightened her lips, allowing it to slide along the corners of her lips and into the pillow.

The trace left behind is like a long and narrow tear...

It seems that I can't feed it anymore.

Feeling frustrated spontaneously, Chang Shu knocked the spoon back into the bowl and handed it to Aunt Chuyue.

She wears white today, and the monofilament biluo cage skirt is embroidered with white chrysanthemums, which is vivid when she is still and moving.

"You won't be pregnant for a day..." Is the feeling so deep?

Chang Shu didn't dare to say the second half.

She originally thought that Mu Qingchen would be able to recover from the irritation of the ox chrysanthemum, but she did not know that things were contrary to her wish. From yesterday's sunset to the present, she was stupefied without dripping water, dripping rice, and staying up all night. She insisted on giving "dead sons" "Shouling.

It's okay.

Chang Shu suffocated her breath and became angry, but before she thought Mu Qingchen was silly and cute...

"I didn't want to have children before. It was my waywardness." She moved in and rubbed Mu Qingchen's belly. "Didn't I apologize to you all the time? Then... Let's start working hard tonight, maybe I will be next month. I got pregnant..."

Mu Qingchen got up angrily, pushed her away, and sneered: "It's easy to say, you have never been pregnant, how can you understand the pain of separation of flesh and blood?"

Aunt Chuyue on the side slandered, as if she had been pregnant.

Chang Shu: "..."

My palace was unable to refute it.

These words seemed to poke his sadness, Mu Qingchen's aura softened, sucked his nose, and said aggrieved: "Pity my boy, I went to drink Mengpo soup before seeing the blooming flowers in this world. …I tried to give her a name..."

"What's your name?" Chang Shu came with interest.

"Mu, sugar, alcohol!"

Are you sure this was taken out with great effort! ?

Chang Shu resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

After thinking about it again and again, she decided to go out and get some air, otherwise when Mu Qingchen gets better, she will almost go crazy too.

At the end of Fenghe Palace, the empress dowager and her old man sat on the Luohan couch, fiddled with the rosary with one hand, and put the other hand diagonally on the side of the small square table.

Si Yao put a Kampa on her wrist, pressed her four fingers on her head, and listened to the agitation of the blood.

"Will the damsel be okay?" She is old, breathing very slowly and speaking slowly, but the precious aura on her body only increases with the years.

"It's all fine, it's just..."

The queen mother opened her eyes: "Just what?"

"It's just that Hulan Hall has passed Master Lin Yuan for three consecutive days... When the Weichen asked the imperial concubine for a pulse, he found that there was no sign... I don't know which princess was sick, and even announced it twice yesterday."

"Oh?"

When the queen passed away in a hurry, Hui Yi temporarily took over Fengyin. Recently, he has been busy receiving the Turkic Khan, and it is inevitable that there is some negligence.

It is the heir of the royal family, and the queen mother can't help worrying.

The Secretary said that it was inconvenient to speak more, and asked Mother Gui sideways: "The queen mother has a weak spleen and stomach, but she has eaten too many cold things."

Mother Gui nodded, and looked at the bronze ice mirror in the middle of the room. There were ice cubes in it, and the wagashi and melons were covered: "There is indeed diarrhea this morning."

"Weichen prescribes the assistant prescription for the queen mother, and he will be cured tomorrow. But don't let cold and spicy things," he babbled again, put the kerchi away and got up, took out a pile of lotus leaves from the medicine box. Honeysuckle, "this thing also needs to wait until healed before drinking."

Grandma Gui reached out and took it: "I have work."

The maidservant from left to right opened the door for Chang Shu.

Only then did she really feel how heavy the rain was outside the door, like someone hiding behind a dark cloud and splashing it.

The cool breeze engulfed the fine rain, struck her face, she painted her makeup, afraid of getting wet, and hurriedly raised her sleeves to cover it.

There are jingle bells in the yard, like a melodious song played by a pipa in an artist's workshop.

She took two steps and leaned forward.

It turned out to be the Qingfeng Chime on Chang Yuan's wrist.

This girl was standing in the center of the courtyard, holding an oiled paper umbrella, and directed the white lotus and the servants to cover the flowerbed with oiled paper. Although Daisy will thank you, it is always good to keep more.

Chang Shu said, "Niujuhua, go and help."

Aunt Chuyue asked for an umbrella to open it for her and replied: "You forgot, he was punished to kneel in the backyard by a consort, because he was blatantly wearing exotic clothes in the royal complex."

Chang Shu sighed: "It's hard for him to be dragged down by the palace. Let him go back to the room and rest. Wait for the concubine to slow down for these two days and wait for him."

"The slave maid will do it now." Handing the umbrella to the palace maid behind him, Aunt Chuyue walked along the Langwu to the backyard.

"Emperor Sister," Chang Yuan smiled and walked over when she heard them talking. Her **** were wet with rain and a big piece of wetness, jogging up the stone steps, and stood beside Chang Shu.

Chang Shu blamed her for being frizzy.

Although they are half-parents, they are the sisters with the best affection among all the emperors. Chang Shu still remembers the scene when her mother and concubine passed away, and she was moved all the way from outside the palace by her father and the emperor. The fat white filial attire was put on the five-year-old body, which was very unmatched.

The steps are very small, I stumbled when I walked, covered my face with the back of my hand, and kept crying.

The father squatted down and touched his head, and said, Shu'er, Chang Yuan will live in Hulan Hall in the future, and you must take good care of her.

This is very similar to Mu Qingchen's childhood.

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs has just come to spread the word that the rain is too heavy and the ceremony of the Turkic Khan will be postponed, but the father, as a landlord, has brought the Khan and the Turkic princess into the palace," Chang Yuan stretched his waist. , "It was placed in the Xiangyun Hall... The front is all busy. It is estimated that the mother concubine is going to pay respect."

When the Xiangyun Hall was built, pepper was used to enter the mud wall, and there is always a room of sweet fragrance, which also has the effect of killing insects and relieving pain.

Mosquitoes are prevalent at the moment, so the father's arrangement is also intentional.

Chang Shu said lightly: "Mother concubine should go."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. The imperial concubine Huiyi came curlingly and Nana surrounded by the palace people.

Her palace dress was complicated, with flying fairy buns, and her fingertip armor was carved with fine patterns, which revealed a calm luster even in the dim rain.

The whole person is surrounded by green beads.

Chang Shu and Chang Yuan greet her.

Hui Yi didn't treat them politely and said: "You pack up and go with me to the Xiangyun Temple. The Turkic princess comes from afar. You are the same age, and you are familiar with them."

Chang Yuan pouted: "I'm not going."

She has always hated those occasions that are false and uncomfortable.

He jumped down and fell to the last step, deliberately raising the tone to cover up Hui Yi's harshness: "Is the oil paper laid out? Then there is still a missing piece! Oh, you are going to be **** at this palace."

Hui Yi hates iron for not making steel, wants to stamp her feet, and is worried about breaking her hair bun: "The dead girl, who has been married for five years, is not responsible at all."

She changed her breath and looked at Chang Shu, her tone of voice unacceptable: "Shu'er, you are the eldest princess, you must go!"

Chang Shu's refusal was just brewing to the point of his lips, and was stripped clean by this reason.

A face of embarrassment.

"Also called Qingchen."

"...She went to Hongwen Hall."

"Mother Mo," Hui Yi was angry, "She is purely treating correction as a false job, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. She is your concubine, there is no reason to go together."

Mu Qingchen is now at the stage of "heartbroken and desperate". If he is gone, what should he do to talk nonsense in front of the Turkic Khan?

"Mother concubine, Qing Chen... not very convenient."

Hui Yi lost patience: "What's the inconvenience? It's not that Zijun is pregnant with a child."

Don't say it, it's true, not only is pregnant, but also just "spinning".

The mother and daughter played Tai Chi with one word and one word. When they were fighting vigorously, the **** outside the moon gate shouted with a broken gong, "The queen mother is here!"

Everyone in the yard stopped working, bowed down and bowed down.

The queen mother graciously glanced at Chang Shu and Chang Yuan, and after a polite sentence, she cut to the main topic: "I heard from this palace that Hulan Temple has often called the Tai Hospital?"

Chang Shu chuckled in his heart and explained: "Yuan'er invited once, Shu'er invited three times."

Chang Yuan didn't know how to lie, and was worried that the Queen Mother would ask more—Qing found out that Yi Xiaobai was injured by an assassin in Pingkangfang, which involved the scandal of Mu Qingchen's non-compliance and sneaking out of the palace.

She answered in confusion: "It's too hot, Xiaobai spent the whole day soaking in the dining room and monk food bureau... That night was like a heatstroke emergency, Yuaner specially invited Lin Yuan for her. Grandma, why do you ask this? talk?"

"No," the Queen Mother said slowly, as usual, "You guys, I'm busy these two days, my palace is worried about getting sick."

"Thank you for the emperor's care," Chang Shu said with Chang Yuan's words, "Qingchen is also suffering from heatstroke, and he is more ill than Xiaobai."

The queen mother no longer worried, and agreed: "That's right, it will be too hot to kill people. Then they are better?"

"Much better." Chang Yuan answered Chang Shu first.

"In that case," Hui Yi slid down the donkey, "then the branch gave a light dust, let's pay respect to the Turkic Khan with the Queen Mother, the emperor is already on his way to Xiangyun Hall."

After speaking, the door behind him opened.

Mu Qingchen stood tall and straight under the door lintel.

He was calm and pale.

When did the queen mother see her like this, her grievances towards her disappeared seven or eighty eight, and her brows were distressedly twisted: "Chen'er, can you still hold on to your body?"

Mu Qingchen's lips moved, and the teardrops hanging on his eyelashes fell. Everyone's eyes followed the tears and found that Mu Qingchen was wearing black.

The black hollow head, black shirt, black round neck shirt and black ebony boots made her face paler and paler.

"Chen'er can hold it," Mu Qingchen's throat trembled, crying heavily, "I've heard everything. The Turkic Khan is coming from afar, and Chen'er should welcome him."

She returned to the house, took a black cloak and put it on.

Everyone looked at her with "big summer cloaks to do something"

Mu Qingchen understood the meaning in their eyes, took a step forward, looking up at the sky sadly

"The rain is cool, the wind is strong, I..." She folded her hands on her lower abdomen, thinking of the harm of fetal fetus, "I have recovered from a serious illness, and I have both lost blood and energy, and I am afraid of catching the cold."

Loss of energy and blood?

The queen mother and Hui Yi looked at each other.

Don’t you just get a heat stroke?

There is a sense of ritual of Zijun's tyre slipping...